I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

No loneliness worse than being with others, but not the right one
Can’t we all get along? Why is the liberty movement so fragmented?
I was agonizingly slow to ‘get it,’ but the joy of music changed me
Some people hate their enemies so badly that fairness doesn’t matter
Sometimes you’re not ready for a challenge, but you do it anyway
Corrupt Trump isn’t even hiding half-billion dollar bribe anymore
Taking risks, working for big goals can create success, joy, exhilaration
Beauty is everywhere around us, when our eyes are open to see it